"Who won't let you in?—your mother?"
"No! Nan Grant?"
"Who's Nan Grant?"
"She's a horrid, wicked woman, that drowned my kitten in bilin' water."
"But where's your mother?"
"I ha'n't got none."
"Who do you belong to, you poor little thing?"
"Nobody; and I've no business anywhere!"
"With whom do you live, and who takes care of you?"
"Oh, I lived with Nan Grant; but I hate her. I threw a stick of wood at her head, and I wish I had killed her!"